NovelEnglishChapter 34 Testing Her
Charlotte froze, her breath catching as a wave of unease swept over her.
“Strawberries? Is Arthur testing me?
Does he suspect I'm faking this?
Where did I slip up?”
Her heart raced, but she kept her expression calm and composed.
After dropping off the refreshments, Grace left, leaving Charlotte alone in the reception room.
Glancing up casually, she spotted a surveillance camera tucked into the
corner of the ceiling.
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Her stomach sank, and she was more certain about her
guess.
Sure, she’d lost her memory, but only about them. Pretending to have amnesia was the only way to avoid his
relentless targeting.
Ignoring the fruit and pastries on the table, she picked up her phone and started playing a game, her fingers
moving with forced nonchalance.
Minutes later, the door opened again. Grace returned, this tcarrying a glass of strawberry juice. She placed it
down with a polite smile. “Mrs. Harrison, your drink.”
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Charlotte barely glanced at it before responding flatly, “I'm allergic to
strawberries. Didn't you know that?”
Grace stiffened. “I'm so sorry. That was my mistake. I'll replace it right away.”
Charlotte said nothing more, her face as calm as ever.
Not long after, the door swung open once again. This time, Arthur strode in, his tall, commanding presence filling
the room.
He was dressed in a sleek silver-gray suit, his crisp, clean-cut hair and sharp features giving him an air of
perfection, except for the icy edge in his eyes as they locked onto her.
“Charlotte, you've got snerve. Trying to play amnesia games with me.” He closed the distance between
them, looking down at her with cold disdain. “Are you
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tired of living?”
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Charlotte tilted her head to meet his gaze, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Why would | fake amnesia? If you're
so doubtful, we can go to the hospital for a full check-up.”
She paused deliberately, then added, “Besides, it's not like | forgot everything. I just forgot... you.”
Her words struck a nerve. Arthur’s expression darkened, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
She could remember everything else but had conveniently erased every trace of him and their last five years
together.
Without warning, he leaned in, bracing one hand on the back of the sofa,
effectively trapping her between his chest and the cushions. His eyes narrowed as
he studied her, searching for cracks in her facade.
“Then why were you crying last night?”
His gaze flicked to her lips, soft, full, and infuriatingly tempting.
Charlotte froze for a moment, then realized what he meant.
Barrett must have told him about her
tear-streaked face from the night before.
So that was why Arthur was suddenly playing detective.
She quickly composed herself. “I hit someone with my car. | was scared. Am | not allowed to cry about that?”
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It was a flawless excuse, leaving no room
for argument.
Once again, Arthur found himself at a dead end, an infuriating sense of helplessness washing over him.
“You toldto wait while you finished your meeting,” Charlotte continued. “Well, you're done now, aren't you?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLet’s go get the divorce papers.”
Arthur's sharp gaze lingered on her, searching for any sign of deceit. But if she was lying, she hid it well.
Straightening up slowly, he said, “Wait
here.”
With that, he turned and walked out, leaving the door to click shut behind him.
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The moment he was gone, Charlotte let
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out a long breath, closing her eyes briefly to steady herself.
That was close.
If he kept this up, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep the act going. Sooner or later, he'd see
through her.
She rubbed her temples in frustration. Who knew getting a divorce would be this hard?
The staff had cleared away the strawberries and replaced them with a glass of plain water. She sat in the
reception room, waiting as the clock ticked by. Minutes turned to hours, and before she knew it, it was already 4
PM.
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Annoyed, she stormed out of the room,
spotting Grace tidying up nearby. “Where's Arthur?” she demanded.
Grace looked up, startled. “Oh, Mr. Harrison? He left for the day.”
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